“Too much! This is too much!”
Golden horns sprouted from Huang Hao’s forehead, emitting a mysterious Dao light and resonating with Buddhist chants. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck, and his skin cracked inch by inch, as if revealing his true form.
Having his dark past exposed and suffering such humiliation was an immense disgrace for a young Supreme Being!
This must be washed away with blood!
“Want to fight? Bring it on!” Qin Fenghuo was eager, his battle spirit surging.
Knowing that Meng Qin was actually Meng Qingzhou, Qin Fenghuo trusted him unconditionally. Since the Sage Grandfather said Huang Hao had no little Dick, then he definitely didn’t!
And indeed, he didn’t.
The other young Supreme Beings looked at Huang Hao with strange and somewhat disdainful eyes.
“No Dick, and you still dare to propose?” Sun Baisheng mocked bluntly.
Duan Wuchou’s eye twitched as he said, “Daoist Huang, you are truly heroic, cutting off the root of your troubles to firmly walk the path of cultivation. You are indeed worthy of being called a hero.”
Huang Hao took a deep breath and glanced at the red-clad emperor on the throne, suppressing his inner rage.
Causing trouble here was clearly unwise; this humiliation could only be blamed entirely on Meng Qin!
“Dare to join the birthday competition? I’ll teach you a lesson.” Huang Hao glared coldly at Meng Qingzhou, his eyes filled with malice.
The seven young Supreme Beings all looked at the Empress, teasing and mocking.
“Don’t tell me you’re reluctant.” Sun Baisheng laughed.
Wang Teng also spoke, “Your Majesty, the court officials and the Big Column Kingdom have just requested that Minister Meng participate in the competition to compete with us…”
Qin Fenghuo, sweating profusely, quickly said, “That was not my intention.”
Dongfang Liuli looked coldly at Qin Fenghuo and said, “Then what do you mean?”
“I…” Qin Fenghuo was at a loss for words and looked to Jiang Canghai for help, “Old friend, save me quickly.”
The Empress must not be sent to her death!
The Sage must not be lost; this is crucial for the rise of the Great Jin Dynasty. Buddy, it’s your turn to perform.
Jiang Canghai cleared his throat and said, “Your Majesty, I believe it is unfair for Minister Meng, who has no cultivation, to compete in martial arts.”
“Why not change the method and have a literary competition instead? It can also determine the winner.”
Qin Fenghuo was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes! That’s exactly what I meant.”
Even when facing the encirclement of various nations, strong enemies all around, and single-handedly suppressing the Forbidden Land of Buried Immortals and exterminating rebel kings, Qin Fenghuo had never been so flustered.
This time, Qin Fenghuo was truly panicked, sweating profusely and experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions.
The civil and military officials were all puzzled, not understanding why the Big Column Kingdom had such a sudden and drastic change of heart, as if they had become a different person.
Meng Qingzhou was surprised, unable to grasp Qin Fenghuo’s temperament. The book said that Qin Fenghuo was naturally irritable and always put national affairs first.
But now, he seemed more like an old rascal…
Dongfang Liuli’s eyebrows relaxed, and she quietly let out a sigh of relief, nodding, “Approved.”
The seven young Supreme Beings frowned but had no choice. They couldn’t bring themselves to demand a martial competition with a weak scholar.
Wang Teng sneered, “I am not good at poetry and only know how to cultivate and kill. Competing with a scholar in literature is equally unfair.”
Qin Fenghuo, eager to regain his standing in the Empress’s eyes, immediately raised his hand, “I will compete on behalf of Minister Meng.”
The envoys from various nations and the civil and military officials of Great Jin were all stunned.
Some couldn’t help but sigh, “Minister Meng is truly fortunate. A situation that should have been a certain death has turned into chaos.”
Qin Fenghuo, who had sworn to kill Meng Qin, suddenly turned around and protected him as if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Jiang Canghai also spoke for Meng Qin, and even the Empress was biased in his favor.
It’s really hard to die even if you want to.
“Spending a lifetime cultivating is not as good as having a good appearance.” A second-rank official sighed.
Huang Hao was furious and shouted, “Meng Qin, I don’t know how you found out about my past, but since you dared to expose it, be prepared to face my wrath!”
“How long will you hide like a turtle? If you have the guts, come up and fight!”
Meng Qingzhou tapped the ground lightly with his cane, causing the void to tremble, and the rhythm of the earth’s pulse synchronized with the silent thunder.
“If you desire a fight, I will satisfy you.”
“I have a disciple who is naturally combative and bloodthirsty, at the late stage of the Sea Covering Realm, a sword cultivator, just over twenty years old.”
“If any of you can withstand ten moves from his sword, I will stretch my neck out for you to cut.”
At the same time, Meng Qingzhou silently activated the Immortal Grade Divine Power—”Three Purities One Breath.”
Clone! Appear!
Meng Qingzhou’s lips curled into a gentle smile, “How about it, dare to fight?”
Huang Hao agreed without hesitation, “Why not? Call your disciple to meet his death.”
The other young Supreme Beings were equally fearless, brimming with confidence.
“Daring to call oneself a sword cultivator in front of the Forbidden Zone of Sword Seclusion, how bold.” Jian Wentian said coldly.
“Withstand ten moves from him? Let’s see if he can withstand one strike from me!” Sun Baisheng shouted.
Wang Teng sneered, “Your disciple? What kind of person can a mere mortal teach? Ridiculous.”
The civil and military officials of Great Jin exchanged glances, their hearts filled with doubt, questioning the truth of Minister Meng’s words.
A mortal with no cultivation, teaching a Sea Covering Realm sword cultivator? Nonsense!
Do they think the Sea Covering Realm is as common as Chinese cabbage? Aren’t they afraid of boasting too much?
“Minister Meng, why not let General Qin fight for you? Why go to such lengths?” Someone advised out of goodwill.
Others shook their heads in disappointment, losing all hope in Meng Qin.
“Repeatedly pretending to be something you’re not, risking the nation’s face and your own life for a bit of pride. What does the Empress see in him?”
“Could it be that he excels in some other aspect?”
“Old man, making such crude jokes in front of the Empress, aren’t you afraid of losing your head?”
Even Su Qingqiu, standing beside the emperor’s throne, couldn’t help but whisper, “Your Majesty, you must think of a way to save the Empress. He doesn’t have any Sea Covering Realm disciples. If you count seriously, Wu Die and I are half disciples, having received his favors and divine powers.”
“But we are only at the Cloud Ascension Realm. We can’t possibly go up there and pretend, can we?”
The more Su Qingqiu thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
The Empress’s disciple is none other than her, Su Qingqiu, who has received countless swordsmanship classics and insights from great sword cultivators.
“If I go up, it will be nothing but a death sentence.” Su Qingqiu frowned, caught in a dilemma.
After a long while, Su Qingqiu suddenly had an epiphany and slapped her forehead.
“Could it be that the Empress wants the seven young Supreme Beings to suppress their realms and fight me fairly, turning them into stepping stones for my rise to fame?”
Sitting on the throne, Dongfang Liuli couldn’t help but glance at her and silently transmitted her voice, “Take a look at the sky above the capital first.”
Su Qingqiu scratched her head in confusion and looked outside the Golden Throne Hall. Her expression instantly froze.
In the sky above the Imperial Capital, under the clear blue sky, tens of thousands of long swords hung upside down, forming a path leading straight to the imperial palace.
A black-clad youth, carrying a sword and wearing a smiling mask, walked step by step along the sword path towards the Golden Throne Hall.
The black-clad youth’s voice was grand and indifferent, “I am Qian Yuan, the second disciple of Minister Meng, a late-stage Sea Covering Realm sword cultivator, here to attend the meeting.”
After speaking, the black-clad youth waved his hand, condensing a Sword Sense of Time and Space, and gently sent it to the Empress.
A strand of hair-thin Sword Sense of Time and Space, extremely gentle, floated into the Empress’s palm.
“Congratulations on your birthday, Empress. A strand of supreme immortal-grade swordsmanship law, as a gift to Your Majesty.” The black-clad youth said.
The Empress looked at the strand of Sword Sense of Time and Space in her palm and suddenly remembered that day on Cool Breeze Mountain when she was injured by a Sword Sense of Time and Space, losing some lifespan for no reason.
On that day, Meng Qingzhou was also present!
“Is this your intention?” The Empress looked at Meng Qingzhou below the stage, her phoenix eyes thoughtful.
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